Post by Amy Vogele on Jan 27, 2007 2:41:49 GMT -5
Name: Amy Vogele
Age: 14
Bloodline: muggle-born
House: Anza
Character Personality: I'm shy, pretty nice, and at times can be outgoing. At times I can have a hot temper, but I usually hold it in until I have time to think through what happened. In class I tend to be pretty well-behaved for the most part, so I don't really get noticed that often. People don't like to trust me with their secrets, even though I can be more trustworthy than half their friends put together so that really bothers me. I have a sense of humor and sarcasm; and I love to laugh a lot.
History: I was born on July 18, 1992 in Astoria, Oregon. My parents names are Rod and Stacey, who are both muggles. From kindergarten to the end of 5th grade, everyone treated me like dirt and that I didn't matter in the least. I barely had 3 good friends. If I asked someone why they hated me so much, they couldn't answer it.
I never knew why that was until my 11th birthday. Around noon I got a letter owled to me saying that I had been invited to West Coast Academy. I was so excited but I didn't know what to do; I had been raised in a muggle world, and taught muggle things. I knew nothing about magic. My parents and I had a tough time deciding whether I should go or not. In the end my parents thought it would be good for me, and that I would like it better there.
Year: 4 (if not possible, then 3)
Special Talents: plays the clarinet, but not really anything magical.
Favorite/worst classes: Potions/History of Magic
Pet: a black cat with green/yellow eyes named Meckow.
Story: Amy was sitting on her bed while her room-mates' were listening to booming music. She was trying to finish up her Divination homework but she couldn't concentrate so she gathered up her stuff and snuck into the hallways. As she walked along and looked eagerly around to find a peaceful spot to sit she felt some one was behind her. She just shrugged it off and kept on walking. All of a sudden she felt a hand on her shoulder that turned her around.
"What may i ask are you doing out of your dormitory this late?" said the prefect in an almost yelling voice.
Thinking up a quick excuse, Amy replied, "You may not ask. But if you must know, I was delivering a note to the Headmistress."
"Do you have this said note? If not, I am authorized to right you up and even deduct some house points."
"No. I already gave it to her, but then I realized I lost my notebook a ways back so I went back to get it."
"Did you find it?"
"Yes"
"Then why are you still going that way when the dormitories are that way?" He said as he pointed in the direction of the Headmistress' office, then back at the dormitories.
"I wanted to make sure that nothing else was left behind, and now I'm sure. So if you don't mind, I'll be on my way back so I can get some sleep." As she finished, she headed back to her dormitory. When the prefect was out of sight, she sprinted back so she wouldn't be caught again.
Age: 14
Bloodline: muggle-born
House: Anza
Character Personality: I'm shy, pretty nice, and at times can be outgoing. At times I can have a hot temper, but I usually hold it in until I have time to think through what happened. In class I tend to be pretty well-behaved for the most part, so I don't really get noticed that often. People don't like to trust me with their secrets, even though I can be more trustworthy than half their friends put together so that really bothers me. I have a sense of humor and sarcasm; and I love to laugh a lot.
History: I was born on July 18, 1992 in Astoria, Oregon. My parents names are Rod and Stacey, who are both muggles. From kindergarten to the end of 5th grade, everyone treated me like dirt and that I didn't matter in the least. I barely had 3 good friends. If I asked someone why they hated me so much, they couldn't answer it.
I never knew why that was until my 11th birthday. Around noon I got a letter owled to me saying that I had been invited to West Coast Academy. I was so excited but I didn't know what to do; I had been raised in a muggle world, and taught muggle things. I knew nothing about magic. My parents and I had a tough time deciding whether I should go or not. In the end my parents thought it would be good for me, and that I would like it better there.
Year: 4 (if not possible, then 3)
Special Talents: plays the clarinet, but not really anything magical.
Favorite/worst classes: Potions/History of Magic
Pet: a black cat with green/yellow eyes named Meckow.
Story: Amy was sitting on her bed while her room-mates' were listening to booming music. She was trying to finish up her Divination homework but she couldn't concentrate so she gathered up her stuff and snuck into the hallways. As she walked along and looked eagerly around to find a peaceful spot to sit she felt some one was behind her. She just shrugged it off and kept on walking. All of a sudden she felt a hand on her shoulder that turned her around.
"What may i ask are you doing out of your dormitory this late?" said the prefect in an almost yelling voice.
Thinking up a quick excuse, Amy replied, "You may not ask. But if you must know, I was delivering a note to the Headmistress."
"Do you have this said note? If not, I am authorized to right you up and even deduct some house points."
"No. I already gave it to her, but then I realized I lost my notebook a ways back so I went back to get it."
"Did you find it?"
"Yes"
"Then why are you still going that way when the dormitories are that way?" He said as he pointed in the direction of the Headmistress' office, then back at the dormitories.
"I wanted to make sure that nothing else was left behind, and now I'm sure. So if you don't mind, I'll be on my way back so I can get some sleep." As she finished, she headed back to her dormitory. When the prefect was out of sight, she sprinted back so she wouldn't be caught again.